Our health, wealth and sanity lay on the line. Do we jump in feet first or stand back and consider the consequences? Right now we'll stand with one foot either side of the knife and see how we roll.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Embrace the chill

Christmas trees on the front of my parents house. My mum caved in to family pressure this year (grandchildren) and agreed to have the council sling the trees and lights up. All at a cost she'd want you to know. They look magical, even though the photos don't show off the metres of snow that have fallen over the last two days!

Right now the front page of the BBC News website says, 'More Chaos As Big Freeze Goes On- The UK is in the grip of one of the coldest starts to December in more than 20 years with snow and ice causing road, rail and airport chaos.'

Blimey, happy December 1st! For anyone who happens to be reading this in North America I can see your faces smirking at the thought of us Brits struggling across snowy roads, down snowy lanes and up snowy steps, but take note: in the Highlands tonight it's expected to drop to -25. That makes my heart shudder. No question about it, I would absolutely die if I lived that far north. All across the country we're wrapped in layers of clothing and attempting to stop children from eating yellow snow. My mother is looking at stocking the kitchen cupboards with a big shop tomorrow in case the big freeze goes on past Friday. Who'd 'ave thought.

Chris and I made it back to Suffolk yesterday afternoon via a snowy and icy M25 (always prepared we had an apple and a muesli bar) having spent the weekend in London and Brighton. We caught up with friends in Kingston and had Sunday lunch with most of his family and shook the hands of nephews we hadn't seen in two years - they were boys no more and I felt positively ancient! We topped it off by spending Monday night in a lovely Brighton hotel, revisiting the old haunts of where we lived eight years ago. It was terrific - we ate delicious food, wandered the Lanes, shopped for gifts and watched a wintry sun set on the horizon of a slate grey sea as we sat cuddled up on the infamous pebbled beach.

Lying in bed that night we listened to the fierce wind beat against the windows and snuggled down as our baby flicked my stomach and made its presence known. Chris leaves for Africa next week, but takes with him the gentle hopes and dreams we have as a family in the making. His work beckons and at some point tomorrow we've got to sit down to finalise the drawings of lodge accommodation, the selling of our overland truck, the lodge budget, staff wages and the chosen colour to paint the store - it all seems so surreal, especially as tonight he's gone to watch a football match, Ipswich V's West Bromwich Albion.

Bless him and his chilly hands, he's not touching me this evening......!*%#@*!